Me trying to get out of bed in the morning
Daily fucking reminder that Luigi Mangione is innocent, completely and fully. He has been convicted of no crime. He has had no fair trial. He is a SUSPECT. Luigi Mangione is entirely innocent and everyone needs to stop parroting this insidious propaganda that he “committed” the crime he is only SUSPECTED of. He is not a murderer. He is not a criminal. He is an innocent man.
This is probably asking a lot, especially because it comes out of nowhere, but I figure if this story is gonna get even an ounce of traction, it'll be on timblr.
I'm a disabled, fat, queer, neurodivergent author who writes about disabled, fat, queer, neurodivergent characters and topics.
My current project, Passing for Fine, is about an agender ex-athlete named Jessie who develops fibromyalgia after a traumatic accident. They end up gaining weight, being totally abandoned by their teammates and people they thought of as friends, and moves to a new city to live with their overbearing, perfectionist mom.
While in this new city, Jessie meets a cadre of new friends who all, in one way or another, fall between the cracks, or don't fit the mold you'd expect.
Ryan is an ex-felon turned baker (literally looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll) who struggles with the way he's percieved due to his plethora of tattoos (some of whoch are pretty scary). Ash is a wheelchair-bound transman who works at a gym and is the only one of the group who owns their own vehicle. Alexis is a Black woman who helps manage the local community garden and co-op but struggles to feel welcomed in Black spaces due to her lighter skin tone. Eddie is a non-binary phlebotomist who struggles to be taken seriously as a non-binary person due to xir masculine appearance.
Ultimately, it's supposed to be a rom-com, but the story also deals with Jessie's depression, internalized ableism, and self-doubt (all of which they work to overcome/adjust to/live with throughout the story) while they are also helping to save Ryan's café from gentrification and over reaching landlords.
I'm currently in the process of my second draft, but was thinking if enough people seemed interested by this initial post, that I'd start posting chapters here, too.
The cover was made by Carmilla from carmillacreates.com
Reblog if your blog is a safe space
My blog is a safe space for: women, queer people, immigrants, neurodivergent people, disabled people, people of any race, ethnicity, and color!
My blog is not a safe space for: N*zi’s, zionists, Trump supporters, republicans, homophobes, transphobes, misogynists, ableists, etc ….
A little playlist I have that makes me think of home 💚
Idk if it's like this for other queer millennials who weren't able to come out until they were in their 30s, but I constantly feel like the way I express my queerness has to get some kind of approval from a nebulous cosmic judge.
Ao3 does not need an algorithm, you're just lazy
Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE
Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted
Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative
Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying
Watercolor, colored pencil, and photo of a scrub jay in the hedges by my house.
I'm trying to get back into creating art after a VERY long hiatus, so any constructive criticism/advice would be appreciated.
Rebloging because I can only assume the Simpsons screenshot is in reference to the people who get hung up on singular their being the ones getting dumber.
Because they are.
Because singular their is grammatically correct and has been established for centuries.
Anyone getting pissy about it is dumb.
They’re scared because they know that the public is with Luigi.
They’re violating his rights because they need to maintain capitalism.
Keep talking about Luigi.
a goblin cracked out on Monster energy drinks, screaming incoherently into a mushroom void. Also, I write stuff | she/they
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